Fired by my Grumpy Dragon (Grumpy Monster Bosses #3)

TWENTY SIX

Loren

Getting on my knees in the tiny shower is harder than you might think with Kivrayn’s bulk taking up all the space. It’s still worth it though when I end up with a face full of not one, but two magnificent cocks.

My pussy is still slick and sensitive from our earlier play.

I open my mouth and look up at him, waiting.

Kivrayn sucks in a breath, fisting his cocks. “Why d’you have to look so fucking good down there? It’s dangerous. Enough to make me lose my mind.” Gripping my hair, he feeds me the upper cock first. I go to work, licking and sucking as he pulls back, relaxing my throat and mouth to take him as he thrusts forward.

I’ll never admit it, but my shoulder aches a little. Something tells me if I let him know, he’d stop, and I don’t want that.

Before long, his thrusts are faster. He’s shaking. I’m surprised he’s this wound up after the way he came earlier. But something about this feels different. Even his complaints feel different. I can’t pinpoint the moment it changed, nor can I put my finger on exactly what it is.

Rather than question it, I let my mind drift to my task, my pussy throbbing for contact .

His cock is warm and salty in my mouth, mixing with the shower water on every motion, and I’m soon overwhelmed. There’s no feeling like it.

When he pulls back, he’s breathing hard. He brings the second cock to my lips.

I reach up to keep working the first with my hand, but he shakes his head. “Hand on that pretty pussy. If you want to come, then you’ll have to hurry. I’m close.”

I slide my hand between my legs and moan. I’m still hot and slick with him. I love having cum dripping from me. Love the sticky feel of a well-used pussy.

I love the urgency in his thrusts and the way he’s not holding back. Not at all.

Of course all that does is tap into my competitive nature. I’m not going to let him win. I’m also not going to cheat and hold back on sucking him, so I put my all into hollowing out my cheeks, sucking that fat cock head like my life depends on it, then taking it deep.

Spit coats the base of his cock, and saliva and water dribble from my chin as I get close to gagging. Not giving up though.

My fingers work back and forth frantically on my clit. It’s hard to keep a rhythm. His thrusts become erratic too. He leans forward, bracing on the wall behind me. “Better hurry, little brat. Before your time runs out.” He groans. Fisting his top cock in one large hand, he teases the head.

Salty warmth leaks into my mouth from the second.

I keep going. I’m so close, riding on the edge of an orgasm. The thought of him flooding my mouth, pulling back, and leaving me like this does strange things to me. Tightens my belly and flushes my cheeks with heat and makes me want to scream all at once. He wouldn’t, would he?

He wouldn’t do that.

Kivrayn’s hand is back on my head, driving me onto his cock as he rocks his hips forward. He lets out a long, low moan. “Ten seconds, Loren. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven.”

I rub faster, desperate to come.

“Six. Five. Four. Three.”

At the last moment, he pulls his cock from my mouth and stands over me. “One.” A hot jet of liquid spurts from the tip of his bottom cock. The next instant, the top cock explodes too. Orange liquid bursts from him, covering my face. He splatters my chest and gets it in my hair. I don’t care.

Because, finally, my own orgasm begins and floods through me like a dam broke.

I sob in grateful relief. Pent-up need washes out of me, only to be replaced with blooming warmth. My thighs squeeze together around my hand, and I double over for a moment with the force of it.

Fuck.

I open my eyes to see Kivrayn milk the last of his spend from the tip of one cock and relax.

We both look at each other for a long moment. “Yeah, you make me lose my mind too,” I tell him on a laugh.

He helps me to my feet and insists on toweling me dry and inspecting the bite again. The throbbing has calmed, but it’s tender when he touches it gently.

I suck in a breath.

Kivrayn grunts. “It needs a dressing. ”

I scoff. “It’s not that bad.” I stretch my arm out to hang up the towel and can’t help wincing. Kivrayn gives me a look that tells me he’s not buying it.

I sigh. “Fine, but I’ve got nothing here. What do you propose I do about it?”

“Let me take you to the hospital. Or call a doctor.”

“What? No. And explain to them how I got it? They’ll arrest you.”

He frowns. “Monsters have exemptions. They can’t arrest me for a m—on second thought, no. No doctor. Call reception and tell them to bring something up.”

I laugh. “What sort of hotel do you think this is? They won’t do that.”

His frown deepens. “A substandard one. We’ll go to mine, then.”

“Listen. I don’t know why you think you get to boss me around like I’m still working for you, but you fired me, remember?”

He growls. The sound only sends a pleasant shiver through me and does nothing to intimidate me. I hold my ground.

“I’m taking you there even if I have to do it with you kicking and screaming. If you want to be dressed for the trip, I suggest you put some clothes on.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

He steps toward me, and I dart out of his way, knowing all too well he’s probably not bluffing. “OK. I’m getting dressed. Stop being an ass.” You know what, if the man wants to put me up at his fancy-ass hotel because he gave me a love bite, he’s more than welcome. He’s not wrong that this place is a dump. I bet his hotel is ten times fancier. The last place he stayed sure was.

I keep a watchful eye on Kivrayn as I quickly collect a pair of tights and a tank top. I throw a cropped hoodie over the top and search for my purse.

“You don’t need that.”

“Um, it’s got my ID and everything. Yes I do.”

He grunts. “Fine. Don’t drop it.”

“Wha—”

He steps forward and hauls me over his shoulder. I swat at his back, but it makes no difference.

Kivrayn charges up the stairs and onto the roof. The wind is chilly after the warmth of the room and my shower. It doesn’t feel too bad now, but I bet it will be cold in about one minute from now.

I gasp as he shifts mid-jump, his human form disappearing into the large, roughly scaled dragon who snatched me up before in the street outside the restaurant. His claws are massive around my thighs. Being flung over his shoulder in the air is less than pleasant, but I’d rather not be dropped at this height. We rise above the buildings and the traffic. Up toward the pinnacle of the Shard, the tall, pointed building in the center of the city, and past London Bridge—no, Tower Bridge. I can never remember which is which.

Thankfully we’re soon descending to another rooftop, this time much fancier.

In fact, we land on the tallest building in the area, right on top of a helipad. I guess that’s practical when you’re hosting dragon guests .

Kivrayn sets me on my feet and shifts to stand next to me. I shiver a little in the cold breeze. My hair is clinging to my face since a cold drizzle set in as we flew.

Kivrayn huffs. “Inside.”

He leads me to an elevator. I expect him to swipe a card, but, of course, he’s naked, since he shifted. Instead there’s a sensor which scans his face and the doors slide open.

Yeah, this place is fancy with a capital F. I can’t pretend I’m not excited to stay here. His whole life is the stuff my dreams are made of. Right down to the vases of posh tropical flowers on every spare surface as we walk into the room.

Kivrayn walks in and closes the door behind me. Then he presses a buzzer on an intercom by the door. “Yes, hi. Could you please send up someone with a wound dressing and a first aid kit? No, I don’t require a doctor. Thank you.”

He releases the buzzer and turns to me. “Do we need to shower you again?”

I press my thighs together, remembering what happened last time, but shake my head. “No.”

He turns back to the buzzer. “Better add extra blankets to that request.”

Soon I’m naked again, tucked up under three blankets while Kivrayn frowns over the bite mark he’s finished dressing.

“There. We’ll have to remove the dressing tomorrow to wash it again, but that should do for now.”

“Anyone ever told you you’re paranoid?” I ask him.

He hisses. “My mother was human. Humans grow ill too easily. ”

Awww. I’m actually touched that he seems genuinely worried for me over something so insignificant. I’m also surprised he revealed something personal like that. “She was?”

His tail flicks. “Was. She died.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It was almost one hundred years ago. It’s fine.”

The cold, clipped tone in his voice suggests it’s not, but I decide not to push. Even I know there are some boundaries. “How old are you anyway?”

He seems to relax now that the subject has changed from his mother. “Three hundred and forty-five.”

I blink. “Wow. That is a lot more than I expected.”

“Dragons live to be very old in human terms.”

“How old is very old?”

He rolls his eyes. “Has anyone ever told you you’re nosy?”

I laugh. “Probably.”

He relents when I don’t say anything else. Apparently silence is a winning argument with him. “Eight hundred years, give or take.”

“So really, it’s like you’re in your thirties? In human years.”

“Of course you would reduce it to human terms. Yes. I suppose that’s true.”

“Don’t know how you got to be such a know-it-all then. You’re so bossy it’s like you’re one hundred.”

“I’m three hun—”

“You know what I mean.”

He growls. “You’re impossible. Why don’t you try to get some sleep?”

“Because I’m not tired and it’s still early. Besides, you haven’t told me where you want me to sleep yet.”

He gives me a long-suffering look. “There is a second bedroom over here.”

God he’s a pompous ass sometimes.

I am curious, so I get up, trailing the blankets behind me like some parody of a wedding gown. The bedroom is sumptuous. The bed is a king, and rich red fabric swathes the bed which is stuffed with pillows and throws on a mattress so tall I might need a step ladder to get on the bed. There’s an enormous bath by the window in the room itself, and yet more flowers on a tiny table by a winged armchair.

Yeah, I could get used to this.

I sniff. “It will do, I suppose.”